She groaned.
I fit the leather collar around Hannah's neck, securing the buckle. I tightened the clamps and fastened them onto her nipples. Hannah started to breathe in short, tiny bursts through her nostrils. At that, I had to undo my slacks and slide them off, along with my boxers.
I climbed over her as I worked, my heavy cock resting against her stomach.
"You're keeping me nice and hard," I told her. "I know your nipples hurt. This is a special collar, just for you. When I adjust these chains—" I did so, shortening the chains extending from the collar to the clamps. They grew taut between Hannah's nipples and her neck. "—like so, the slightest movement of your neck is going to pull on your nipples. I know how you love to have your most sensitive spots abused, Hannah. And just so these don't slip off when you thrash..."
I tore away two pieces of black tape and pressed them over Hannah's nipples and the clamps, deliberately squeezing her nipples as I secured the tape.
"Mmmnnn," Hannah moaned.
I could tell she was trying to keep her head still.
I rubbed my cock against her belly and smirked down at her.
"Why Hannah, I believe you're drooling a bit."
I touched the saliva leaking from her gagged mouth.
I fetched my phone from my slacks and snapped a few pictures of Hannah. I got a nice shot of her thong, the pink fabric soaked through, and her beautiful face blindfolded and gagged.
Her toys were on the bed. I turned on the smaller egg-shaped vibrator, set it to the highest speed, and fit it into Hannah's thong.
"Try to stay still while I position this," I told her. I gazed over Hannah's body, knowing that stillness would be impossible. As soon as the first vibrations tickled her sex, she began to squirm. Her head twisted on the pillow and the chains and clamps tugged so hard on her nipples that her breasts trembled.
She yelped around the gag.
Fuck, I wouldn't last long with Hannah like this. Then again, I didn't plan to.
"I'm going to leave this in your thong, Hannah, just like this." I positioned the vibrator against her clit, the soft electric hum of the motor drowned out by Hannah's groans. "And I'll give you a little time to think about your silly play for control at the club."
I grabbed my lube and flopped into an armchair with a view of the bed. Perfect.
Hannah's moans came at irregular intervals. Sometimes she grew still and quiet, fighting the sensations overpowering her body, but soon she resumed shaking and struggling. Her moans became desperate squeals. Her thighs twisted and her back arched. The little lump in her panties kept buzzing away, driving her insane.
I let Hannah suffer for nearly twenty minutes. I lubed my cock and stroked it as I watched her. When I couldn't take anymore, I climbed back onto the bed. She twisted her head to and fro as if she could see what I was doing.
"That's it," I panted. "Look around. Pull on your nipples. Can you feel what I'm doing? I'm right on top of you."
I straddled Hannah's chest. I was jerking off above her face. A drop of lube hit her chin and we moaned together.
"Oh god, Hannah, god," I whispered. "I'm going to come baby, fuck, I'm—"
I gasped and gripped the headboard, coming spontaneously. Pleasure bowed my back. I fought to keep my eyes open as I milked my cum onto Hannah's face.
I had played this way with other lovers in the past, but the memories of it were like ashes. No fire. Not even a spark. No sex in my life touched this level of eroticism.
Hannah began to shudder in her bonds, fighting and making obscene sounds. I checked her hand. She held the marble fast. I felt a surge of admiration for her, and dark gratitude.
"I know," I whispered into her ear. "You wish you weren't gagged so you could lick up all that cum, don't you? Or maybe you'd like to come as well. I told you last night that I would go easy on you if you made a mess for me, and you did. You squirted for me like a bitch in heat."